Francine: [rings his ex wife's doorbell] Who the hell is it?
Vince: Look through the peephole, you bug eyed bitch!
Francine: [opens door and it's an elderly woman] Brought your goons, huh Muranto?
Mike Biggs: How old is she?
Vince: I told you, it was May-December. I'm the May.
Officer Carl McMillan: Yeah, but she's not December, she's the following July!
Vince: Listen, it was a long time ago and I got swept up in the whole May-December romance. Who knew she'd turn into such a vindictive ball breaker?
Mike Biggs: What happened the last time you tried to get her to sign the papers?
Vince: She kicked me in the nuts. What part of ball breaker don't you understand?
Mike Biggs: Look, I'm sorry things went wrong between you two, but maybe you should sign the papers so you can get on with the rest of your life.
Vince: What's left of it.
Mike Biggs: Vince!
Mike Biggs: What do you say?
Francine: Same thing I've been saying for the last fifteen years. I'm not signing anything 'til he pays me the ten grand he owes me.
Mike Biggs: You owe her ten grand?
Vince: I borrowed two and she's been doubling the bit annually for fifteen years, which is a nice way to treat your husband.
Francine: You took my youth!
Vince: I never saw your youth! The man who took your youth was wearing a powdered wig!
Vince: [referring to his wife] Hey, fifteen years ago she was a very doable sixty.